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thisavrou_log2017-02-08 09:24 am
notglitching) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-02-08 09:24 am
It's hard to say I'd rather stay awake
Who: Rinzler and OPEN
When: February! (Pick a day, any day.)
Where: Mostly Kauto, but a little bit all over.
What: Catch-all for CR shenanigans this month.
Warnings: Possible violence, probable mentions of mindscrew, murder, etc. See also: basic Rinzlerness; nothing awful planned.
A. Shiny Object Detection - OPEN
The last system had crashed. Gone down in a ball of faults and failures, corruption wreaked by the virus that two different sets of admins had kept running. The last system had died because its users were stupid. Because the ones supposed to keep it safe had refused to act. Refused to lead. This system, the savrii claim, has no leaders at all.
Rinzler's not expecting a better end.
He doesn't accept one of their functions. He doesn't agree to any of their rules. No one seems to notice, but when is that surprising? (He doesn't speak.) (Users don't listen.) Instead, the program keeps moving. Scanning. Looking for the threats. This isn't his system, but his admin is here, and no matter the recent complications, Rinzler knows he has to keep Clu safe. In a system so large and so poorly defended, that makes it his task to assess the threats.
All of them. He starts on Kauto, observing the streets and cityscape one rooftop at a time, memorizing layouts and backpaths. The plant-infested regions make for more reluctant visits, but Rinzler performs a few scouting runs—sometimes on foot, sometimes by lightjet. Those wandering the Ingress Complex might pass an orange-glowing figure in the halls... or hear his odd, ticking rumble coming from the walls or ceiling. If the Moira taught him anything, it was that vents are an access route worth mapping.
On Chioni, encounters are likely to be much more brief—the program staggers to a halt just a few paces outside of his transporter, and takes considerable effort getting back inside it. The heat is crippling enough to swamp his systems with a flood of errors, and Rinzler reluctantly postpones further exploration of that zone for later.
B. Creeping means Friendship, right? - CLOSED to positive CR
Rinzler was made to serve Clu. His administrator is the one he's written to obey, the single being Rinzler cannot fail, at all costs. But as faulty as it makes him, as much of his code broke badly in the process... Clu's not the only person here who the enforcer's looking to keep safe. Alan-one is housed in the same district. The betas he'd been training are a short flight away on the same world. Allies, contacts, known factors all scattering amidst some very unknown hazards.
Besides, when he's exploring anyway... it's not too much effort to check in.
Rinzler can be found on nearly any street or rooftop. But the ones he lingers on tend to be near the residences of newcomers—and a certain subset in particular. Allies,friends closer allies, and positive contacts might spot a red-orange glow in the nighttime, or a dark-armored silhouette lurking nearby during the day. Rinzler's not putting out much effort to hide, even if he's unlikely to knock on your door. Socializing, after all, isn't part of his function.
Stalking is.
C. Home Sweet Stuff-Dropping-Off Place - OPEN
As little time as he spends there, Rinzler has a residence as well: a set of rooms high up in one of the skyscrapers of Kauto's business district. It offers a nice view of the cityscape below, a balcony for flipping, jumping, or launching off, and proximity to his admin down the hall. Most of the time, anyone knocking will be out of luck—Rinzler's more likely to be scouting, creeping, or picking a fight elsewhere than sitting at home.
But maybe you got lucky. (Unlucky?) The touch pad still responds with flat, unwelcoming silence, but after a few seconds, the door slides open, revealing a murder-program and his signature headtilt. A glance past will show dim, diffuse lighting against bare walls... and floors... and rooms. Furnishing is for people who have nothing better to do.
Or who have any idea how to go about it.
D. Electronics and Water! - 20th; OPEN
Rinzler was designed to work well past normal tolerances. He can survive with less power, run for longer, do more. He can wait for decicycles on end to receive input or command. Sometimes it feels like most of his runtime has been waiting: to be called, to be tasked, following at Clu's heels or sitting in his cell. And if the year aboard the Moira had been much more exciting, full of threats and challenges and a job-function that always let him serve a use... that doesn't matter.
Rinzler is definitely not bored.
He's just carrying out options slightly lower on his tasklist. As often as they've encountered water on their journey so far, learning to navigate inside it is an undeniably sensible precaution. Still, in the group of people showing up for Region Four's free swimming lessons? The growling, glowing masked-and-armored figure stands out oddly.
For the most part, he sticks to the outskirts of the group, treating the instructor to a helmeted glower as they come by to check that everyone's aware of the basic methods used to hold breath. Once they leave, he'll cautiously approach the fluid. One circuit-lined hand submerges briefly, brightening and dimming as it enters the saltwater. A little drain... but well within tolerance. He can do this.
E. Wildcard!
Exploring through the Ingress? So is Rinzler! Trying to murder local wildlife? Sounds like fun! Looking for shit to steal? He isn't, but he'll certainly be interested if you target his belongings. Whatever you want goes here.
[[ooc: Spam or prose freely; I'll match!]]
When: February! (Pick a day, any day.)
Where: Mostly Kauto, but a little bit all over.
What: Catch-all for CR shenanigans this month.
Warnings: Possible violence, probable mentions of mindscrew, murder, etc. See also: basic Rinzlerness; nothing awful planned.
A. Shiny Object Detection - OPEN
The last system had crashed. Gone down in a ball of faults and failures, corruption wreaked by the virus that two different sets of admins had kept running. The last system had died because its users were stupid. Because the ones supposed to keep it safe had refused to act. Refused to lead. This system, the savrii claim, has no leaders at all.
Rinzler's not expecting a better end.
He doesn't accept one of their functions. He doesn't agree to any of their rules. No one seems to notice, but when is that surprising? (He doesn't speak.) (Users don't listen.) Instead, the program keeps moving. Scanning. Looking for the threats. This isn't his system, but his admin is here, and no matter the recent complications, Rinzler knows he has to keep Clu safe. In a system so large and so poorly defended, that makes it his task to assess the threats.
All of them. He starts on Kauto, observing the streets and cityscape one rooftop at a time, memorizing layouts and backpaths. The plant-infested regions make for more reluctant visits, but Rinzler performs a few scouting runs—sometimes on foot, sometimes by lightjet. Those wandering the Ingress Complex might pass an orange-glowing figure in the halls... or hear his odd, ticking rumble coming from the walls or ceiling. If the Moira taught him anything, it was that vents are an access route worth mapping.
On Chioni, encounters are likely to be much more brief—the program staggers to a halt just a few paces outside of his transporter, and takes considerable effort getting back inside it. The heat is crippling enough to swamp his systems with a flood of errors, and Rinzler reluctantly postpones further exploration of that zone for later.
B. Creeping means Friendship, right? - CLOSED to positive CR
Rinzler was made to serve Clu. His administrator is the one he's written to obey, the single being Rinzler cannot fail, at all costs. But as faulty as it makes him, as much of his code broke badly in the process... Clu's not the only person here who the enforcer's looking to keep safe. Alan-one is housed in the same district. The betas he'd been training are a short flight away on the same world. Allies, contacts, known factors all scattering amidst some very unknown hazards.
Besides, when he's exploring anyway... it's not too much effort to check in.
Rinzler can be found on nearly any street or rooftop. But the ones he lingers on tend to be near the residences of newcomers—and a certain subset in particular. Allies,
Stalking is.
C. Home Sweet Stuff-Dropping-Off Place - OPEN
As little time as he spends there, Rinzler has a residence as well: a set of rooms high up in one of the skyscrapers of Kauto's business district. It offers a nice view of the cityscape below, a balcony for flipping, jumping, or launching off, and proximity to his admin down the hall. Most of the time, anyone knocking will be out of luck—Rinzler's more likely to be scouting, creeping, or picking a fight elsewhere than sitting at home.
But maybe you got lucky. (Unlucky?) The touch pad still responds with flat, unwelcoming silence, but after a few seconds, the door slides open, revealing a murder-program and his signature headtilt. A glance past will show dim, diffuse lighting against bare walls... and floors... and rooms. Furnishing is for people who have nothing better to do.
Or who have any idea how to go about it.
D. Electronics and Water! - 20th; OPEN
Rinzler was designed to work well past normal tolerances. He can survive with less power, run for longer, do more. He can wait for decicycles on end to receive input or command. Sometimes it feels like most of his runtime has been waiting: to be called, to be tasked, following at Clu's heels or sitting in his cell. And if the year aboard the Moira had been much more exciting, full of threats and challenges and a job-function that always let him serve a use... that doesn't matter.
Rinzler is definitely not bored.
He's just carrying out options slightly lower on his tasklist. As often as they've encountered water on their journey so far, learning to navigate inside it is an undeniably sensible precaution. Still, in the group of people showing up for Region Four's free swimming lessons? The growling, glowing masked-and-armored figure stands out oddly.
For the most part, he sticks to the outskirts of the group, treating the instructor to a helmeted glower as they come by to check that everyone's aware of the basic methods used to hold breath. Once they leave, he'll cautiously approach the fluid. One circuit-lined hand submerges briefly, brightening and dimming as it enters the saltwater. A little drain... but well within tolerance. He can do this.
E. Wildcard!
Exploring through the Ingress? So is Rinzler! Trying to murder local wildlife? Sounds like fun! Looking for shit to steal? He isn't, but he'll certainly be interested if you target his belongings. Whatever you want goes here.
[[ooc: Spam or prose freely; I'll match!]]
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